Natural Born Monster (Patreon)

"Huh...?"

My coach slides down my dripping body, her knees dropping to the canvas.

"C-Coach... What's wrong? We're only in the sixth round..."

Her shoulders tremble softly as she shakes her head.

"Back in my student days, I was good enough to be an Olympic contender, you know. I reckon I've still got plenty left in the tank... How about tonight?"

I remember that she said that at lunch.

It was my coach who had invited me to this private sparring session at noon. I really thought I’d finally found an opponent I could go all out against for the first time in a while.

"It wasn't that body blow earlier, was it...? I didn't think I hit you that hard..."

A sound like quiet sobbing breaks from her. She buries her face into my crotch, her shoulders shivering. With nothing I could do, I just stood there, frozen on the ring floor.